Today We Go Fishing!

Hello God and good morning!

Today we are going fishing.

This is a special day you’ve made

from the first uninteresting nothing

(I’m glad you were not satisfied with that).

What a wonderful idea, stuff:

purple, suns, comets and swirly things

and infinite room.

First from nothing, then from dust,

with a smirk and a push the whole mess

sent spinning in and out

of place (another good idea,

things being here not there,

and the whole game of choosing).

Gravity and neighbors

pushing and pulling

colliding and creating

new bits and flavors.

The whole soup swirling

days unmeasured right

till this one, a special day—

a fishing day, and the only one

happening now.

Today the salmon come back home,

after years away. You brought them

back to the icy green waters,

the same chortling stream you raised them in.

It’s sheer loveliness, from the first to now.

Space-dust to salmon to me and coffee

writing to you on a special day.

Today we go fishing.

Today is the day you have made,

I am glad to be in it.